"You don't understand what it feels like," he said. "You think it's about not feeling happy, but it isn't. It's got nothing to do with that.It's this"You don't understand what it feels like," he said. "You think it's about not feeling happy, but it isn't. It's got nothing to do with that.It's this constant, terrible pain. It fills you up. I never would've believed it was possible to feel this bad." He paused looking away from me."Even it eases for a bit, it always comes back. There's no hope of escape - it's always out there, waiting for me. I don't want that as my life."...more

We are rolling down an impossibly green hill. Our arms are pressed to our chest, our hair caught in our mouths, tangled with our laugSNAPSHOT: ROLLING

We are rolling down an impossibly green hill. Our arms are pressed to our chest, our hair caught in our mouths, tangled with our laughter. Gravity is our playmate, momentum is our friend. We are blurs of motion. We are racing, and we are both winning, because we do not race each other.

We race the world, and as fast as it rotates, as fast as it revolves, we are faster.